Life Untold Story

Who am I?

At the age of two, I was taken from my mother and smuggled to my fathers country. Let me go back a little and elaborate.

My name is Adnan my father was an orphan and a nomadic bedwin. While he was traveling he met my mother at Egypt and got married there. Nine months later I saw this World.

My father was a very strong and tough man with little or maybe no education at all. He realized that his marriage could not move on since his family was not aware nor approved his marriage.

So he decided to secretly and quietly take from my mother and leave the country. I can't recall anything at that age but from what I heard, his mission was successful.

At a very early age I started to realize that the lady who I thought my mother was actually not. From the way she differentiate between me and my brothers and from how she punishes me when I do something wrong. But I didn't mind that as long as she (my fathers new wife) was fulfilling the mother role.

We used to live in a very small town not too far from the city with few houses here and there. Life was very simple, it was either school or at home. We didn't had anywhere else to go.

Through my youth years I realized how difficult it is to live alone among many at home. But I survived, I survived the harsh punishment at the military school my father sent me to, I survived the frequent fights from elder children who used to make fun of me, and I survived the harsh treatment by my father when something unexpectedly goes wrong.

Then, the big day came when I graduated from the high school and left on a Schoolarship to the US. It was the best thing I did in my life. I felt, smelt, and touched how freedom feels and what it means.

I chose to live with an English speaking Family to learn their language. They were a family of two with a single mother. The boy was about my age and the daughter was a little younger.

I enjoyed staying with them until one night, I was a sleep and I felt someone breathing and blowing on my face. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the daughter eyes looking at me and smiling. Her face was so close that I felt how warm was her breath.

I have to admit, that I panicked and jumped off the bed which in turn meant that her move was not the right one. It felt very awkward from that incident on. As I was embraced to talk to her again, which led to leaving the house and living on an apartment by myself.

It's sometimes hard to see any ration of what we do or how we react. But we are an accumulation of many personal experience that shaped how we think and act.

Life untold stories are many, and as we move on to the next chapters we will dive deeper into some of these lives with more twisting and unexpected

details.